Detective Carl left the interview room, now with more questions than ever.
This case has just got more complicated, very complicated.
It was time that he took matters further and started investigating.
The Brayleigh Connor case has started over and thrown everything that was known to the curb.
He made his way through the hallway and entered into his office.
He threw the file onto the table, sat down and placed his head into his hands. He was confused and frustrated.
Why do I feel like there’s more to this case? This woman could be taking a massive long shot and lying about everything. On the other hand, my gut is saying she might be innocent. There’s only one way to find out.
Carl picked up his phone and dialled for Roy Gilbert, the only person he trusted and considered a true friend.
“Murph, what’s up?” came the familiar voice of his colleague.
“Get your ass over to my office, now please.”
A pause.
“I’m on my way.”
Meanwhile, Carl overlooked the case file’s notes again.
After about fifteen minutes, Roy entered the office.
“I see you’ve finished the interview with Killer Queen. How’d it go?” He asked, placing his cup of coffee on the desk.
Carl sighed while removing his glasses, “We have an issue on our hands, Gil. Killer Queen claims she’s innocent.”
Roy laughs responding sarcastically, “Aren’t they all? Come on, seriously.”
“No, I know, it’s the oldest excuse in the book but listen to this. She claims that she was framed, by her identical twin sister.” Carl explained, rubbing his temples.
Roy laughed some more, “Wow, now that’s even more ridiculous! How stupid does she think we are?”
Carl remained silent.
Roy’s eyes widened as he contemplated his friend’s response.
“Wait, you believe there’s some truth in this? You, Carl Murphy, actually believe the words out of a woman’s mouth? After you’ve sworn, you’ll never trust women again.”
Carl just stared at his desk in front of him.
Roy was right. After Mandy promised she’d never leave… Now look at where he was. A fucking widower. But this woman, he couldn’t help but have a slight, very slight belief in her story.
“Come on, Murph! She’s a damn forensic therapist, she is obviously a master manipulator! Who else better than her to understand the workings of a criminal’s mind.” Roy protested, leaning forward onto Carl’s desk.
“I know, Gil. There’s hard evidence against her, but what if – what if there’s a slight chance that for once we encounter someone innocent and who is not a ruthless killing machine?”
Roy breathed out heavily, looking to his left and then back at his partner.
“Look, I get it. You’re hoping for a silver lining in this chaotic place we call work but I don’t see it as worthy of your time.”
“Well, whatever the case, I’m going to trust my gut. It can’t hurt to at least look into the case and see what I can find.” Carl said folding his hands together, confirming his decision.
You must be losing your mind, Carl, but I am going to need Brayleigh Connor to aid me in this mystery. I have nothing to lose, just justice to serve.
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The Silver Lining - A Brayleigh Connor Story
Mistério / SuspenseA young and hopeful forensic therapist, Brayleigh Connor, is convicted for a gruesome murder that she claims she didn't commit, however, all evidence is against her. Is she playing a game of deception or is she telling the truth?
